You and Roach were close. It was obvious in the way he chose to sit next to you during lunch breaks, ask specifically for your help when he had an issue, sneak out of the base at night with you to sit in silence and gaze up at the sky.

You never denied him your company. You were one of the few people who had seen his face, and instead of recoiling in disgust at the massive scar left from the bomb he survived, you gazed up at him with curiosity and adoration.

He knew you were special, and he silently declared that he'd protect you with everything he had since the day you looked at his exposed face with love and affection.

A lot of Task Force 141 was aware of the emotions you had for each other, so much so that some of the members resorted to nudging him closer to you, or trying to convince you to confess, just so they don't have to deal with the torment of watching the two of you anymore.

And after a stressful mission, you profess your appreciation for him, and between the way your eyes sparkle with gratitude and your sweet smile he adored so much, he loses his control.

He grips you by the straps of your vest, and tugs his mask down just enough to press his lips against yours.